Miscellania

I think the cold I've picked up recently (so much for the rock-solid immune system I bragged about in the last part of this post; I knew I was tempting fate by mentioning that) is attacking my brain cells in much the way alcohol is rumored to, but without the fun buzz before the damage. I've felt like a space cadet all day, but my big moment of genius was leaving my purse at my local craft shop after my knitting group tonight. Well done, Stef. Good job. Tomorrow I get to see just how long it takes to get to work when I abide by the speed limit the whole way, because I'm guessing that the day I'm without ID is precisely the day my luck will run out and a surly State Trooper will decide to make an example out of me for all the rush hour motorists.

So under the circumstances, in my scattered state, I can't possibly be expected to come up with anything resembling a thought-out and coherent post. Here in its place, then, are a few random bits that you may or may not find interesting. Do with them what you will.

1. As I got out of my car this morning, I realized I'd left the CD case for the audio book I'm listening to sitting face-up on the passenger seat. As I was parked directly beside the guy who wouldn't let his wife sit by me at the company holiday party because he was worried I'd "fill her head with [my] liberal ideas," it actually occurred to me to unlock my door, get back in my car, and flip over the case. Then I glanced at my co-worker's passenger seat through his window and saw some drivel by Sean Right-Wing Asswipe Hannity, and I decided, No. In the amusing little world in my mind, Maureen Dowd and Sean Hannity enjoyed their time together in close proximity all day, glaring at each other through the glass and wishing we'd only left our windows open so they could engage themselves in a lively debate during my workday. My co-worker's car was gone by the time I left work, so I like to think Maureen won this round and Sean ran away pouting and sulking. I may, incidentally, have the head-cold to blame for this overactive imagination of mine as well.
   
   
2. In case you're curious, the guy some of you so flatteringly referred to as "the sheep testicles guy" is officially out of the picture. (I know at least a few of you were curious about it, as I received a couple emails asking about him. Really I had no idea the follow-up was of much interest at all.) Sometime about midway through our second (and final) date, I had a visceral reaction to some lame and uncomfortable thing he said, and right then, the voice inside my head said, simply, "I really just don't like you." I am happy to report that the mental goalie who's so often out to lunch when I need him did successfully deflect that one. Whew.
   
   
3. Lest you think I hate everyone I meet, I thought I might mention that I had another date the day before Date 2 with Sheep Testicles Guy. (Yes, another one. No, I'm not a whore. Thanks for asking.) Shockingly, this one didn't repulse me or skeeve me out in any way at all, but it's really entirely too soon to make any call or share any hasty details on that. Suffice it to say, though, that if this one by some remote chance happened to work out, it would be a true testament to the need for online dating, as this guy and I have apparently been within 50 feet of each other at various events around the Twin Cities innumerable times in the past who-knows-how-many years and yet we've never met. Of course, if it doesn't work out, I hope the fallout doesn't occur in some ugly or awkward way, because now that I do know him, I am undoubtedly bound to run into him every single place I go. Fun.
   
   
4. How about a quick poll? Tell me, if you don't mind, how do you feel about all this pointless rambling on about dates since I started the Great Date Experiment of 2006?
   




1. Enough already, woman. Can't you think of anything else to talk about? Sheesh; even stories about your workout wear are more interesting than this.
   


2. Keep 'em coming. Your hopeless spinster life reminds me why I'm so very glad I'm already married to this wonderful man/woman who's stuck with me for life.
   


3. Keep 'em coming. Your hopeless spinster life reminds me that I'm not the only one working towards the merit badge in uneventful dating.
   


4. Eh. Do what you want. I'm only here because I clicked that "Next Blog" button at the top of the page.

I can't promise the results of this poll will significantly affect what I decide to write about, but I figure it's always good to know your audience.